Warnings: Do I really need to say it? It's rated M... there is going to be hot dirty boy smut... that is all.
Blaine was breathing heavily, arching his back against the pleasure coursing through his veins. He thought about Kurt's pale, slender neck that he wished he could mark as his own. He thought about Kurt's full, round ass and how amazing it looked in his ungodly tight jeans today. The way Kurt's hips move. Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he recalled the fluid gyrations of Kurt's hips the other day in booty camp. Blaine had instantly gotten hard, and had to excuse himself from the room. Puck, Mercedes, and Mike had given him knowing looks. Mr. Schue, Finn, and, dammit, Kurt had been completely oblivious.
He thought about Kurt's full, delicious lips. He thought back to a couple hours ago, when he had left Kurt's house. Those lips, pulling at his own lips, grazing across his jaw, whispering thisclose to his ear "I'll see you tomorrow". Right now he was imagining those lips in place of his hand, moving up and down on his cock. He could picture Kurt's cheeks hollowing as he sucked against Blaine's length. Kurt's eyes, those deep, soulful eyes, looking up at Blaine with a combination of innocence and sexy as he did it.
Blaine arched his back again, picking up the pace. He was close, so close. He brought up one more memory; this one was his favourite. Sitting across from Kurt as he talked about his trip to Nationals. The sudden, profound realization. The words spilling from Blaine's mouth: "I love you". The slight look of surprise, then the same realization in Kurt's eyes: "I love you, too". With a strangled moan Blaine came into his hand.
Blaine had never considered himself to be over-sexualized. He considered himself an average teenage boy, with average desires and an average appetite. It wasn't until Kurt, his definitely under-sexualized but super-sexy boyfriend, came along that he began having issues with his libido. It was all Blaine could think about now. He used to think Kurt's outfits were cute; now he could only think they would look much better on his floor. He used to like listening to Kurt talk; now he loved watching his sexy lips move and imagine them in other places. He used to be satisfied with kissing, holding hands, feathery touches over clothing; now he wanted, craved, needed more.
But Kurt seemed to be happy with where they were, physically, right now, and Blaine was not going to push him into anything he was uncomfortable with, even if the list of things Kurt was uncomfortable with was a mile long. Every time Blaine tried to test the waters, to see how far Kurt would let him go, he got stopped dead in his tracks. No, he wouldn't cross the line, but God dammit it was hard sometimes. Like right now.
Blaine was lying on Kurt's bed thinking about his homework. It never worked for long, but it delayed the inevitable. Kurt was on lying on his side next to Blaine with one leg draped over Blaine's, one hand was separating the gelled curls in his hair, the other was fluttering softly on Blaine's hip just above the waistband of his pants. He was teasing Blaine's mouth with his tongue, occasionally nibbling on his lower lip. Everything was going fine until Kurt's fingers moved from the bone of Blaine's hip to the soft flesh of his lower abdomen. Suddenly thinking about trigonometry wasn't sufficient, and Blaine felt his arousal stirring. Blaine went for keep-your-pants-on strategy number one: take control. He tried to roll onto his side and cause Kurt to lie back, but his plan backfired. Kurt splayed his hand on his abdomen to hold him down, and Blaine had to bite back a moan.
"You always take control," Kurt observed. That was because if he was in control of Kurt, he was in control of his own primal responses, but he couldn't tell Kurt that. "It's my turn." Kurt went in for a deeper kiss, making small circles with his hand. Blaine was feeling things lower down tightening up, time to move to strategy number two: avoidance.
"Umm, I have to go to the bathroom," he lied.
Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "You just came back from the bathroom."
Right. Because Kurt had been practicing his hip gyrations. "I, uh... I drank a lot of water today."
"Are you feeling okay?" Kurt looked concerned, and leaned more into Blaine. "Excessive thirst and urination are warning signs for diabetes."
"I don't have diabetes, Kurt." Blaine was starting to get worried. He didn't have a strategy number three, because number two had never failed.
"You've been avoiding me a lot lately," Kurt said, pressing in more, "is there something you're not telling me? If it's not diabetes, then what is it?"
Okay, maybe Blaine was using strategy number two a little too often, but if Kurt wasn't so damn sexy all the fucking time he wouldn't have to. "I'm not sick, I'm fine." His voice was coming out strangled, though, and he knew that would just make Kurt worry more.
"Blaine—". Blaine jerked his hips and couldn't hold back a moan as Kurt's hips brushed against his erection. "Ohmygod, are you okay, where does it hurt?"
"I'm not hurt," Blaine hissed through his teeth.
"Then wha—" Kurt had been looking over Blaine's body for some sort of injury, and his eyes finally rested on the conspicuous bulge in Blaine's pants. "Oh..." His eyes widened as he took in Blaine's state. "Oohhh." Kurt pulled away, blushing furiously. "Sorry."
Dammit. He didn't want Kurt to be sorry for anything; it wasn't his fault he was so fucking sexy when he didn't try to be. Especially when he blushed. Shit. "Umm, yeah, I'll just..." Just what? Yeah, Kurt, I'm just gonna go into your bathroom so I can rub one off to the thought of you touching me. That cool? Blaine sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, turning his back to Kurt. His embarrassment and Kurt's obvious disinterest were helping to quell the pressure in his loins.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was quiet, meek, and Blaine felt his finger tips tentatively touch his shoulder. "Is... is that... because of me?"
Blaine wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the question, but he didn't. "Yes, Kurt."
"Oh."
Blaine sighed, and rubbed his face. "I should—do you want me to leave? I should leave." He started to stand, but Kurt's hand pulled him back down onto the bed.
"Please don't."
Blaine turned to look at Kurt. His eyes were still wide, and they held a mix of emotions. Blaine saw curiosity, fear, and was that arousal? He tried not to get his hopes up. "Kurt." The single syllable was full of raw desire and Kurt gulped. Was he ready for this?
"I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, I'll help you. We only need to go as far as you are comfortable with. I promise."
A few long seconds that felt like hours ticked by, as Blaine watched desire and panic warring in Kurt's eyes. "C-can I touch you?" he finally whispered.
Oh good god. This is what Blaine had been waiting for forever, but he knew that if Kurt touched him right now, he would be done in a matter of seconds. Blaine shook his head. "If you touch me I'll lose control," he explained softly. Kurt nodded in understanding, but he looked hurt. "Can I touch you?"
He thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly. Blaine turned to kneel on the bed beside Kurt and directed him to lie down. He grabbed Kurt's face and kissed him deeply, hungrily, and Kurt responded in kind. The shorter boy took one hand from his boyfriend's face and trailed it down his neck, feeling Kurt's pulse jump rapidly. He continued down, slowly travelling across Kurt's chest and abdomen before resting briefly on his hip. Blaine changed his position slightly, so that his knee was in between Kurt's legs. As they continued kissing, the hand at Kurt's waist gently tugged them hem of his shirt out of his waistband. Kurt stiffened, but didn't pull away, and Blaine took that as a good sign. He slowly slid his hand under the material and they both sighed as he touched the smooth skin of Kurt's hip. Blaine made small circles with his hand, not wanting to move too fast. When he felt that Kurt was ready, he pulled away and looked down at his boyfriend. His lips were red and swollen, his eyes were dilated, his breathing was deep and heavy, and Blaine could see the pulse jumping on his neck. Fuck, he was sexy. "Kurt, can I take off your shirt?"
Kurt nodded wordlessly and sat up to facilitate the removal, then lay back again, bare skinned. Blaine took a moment to just stare at the beautiful expanse of pale skin that was laid out before him, then he captured Kurt's lips with his own once more. His hand moved up and down Kurt's side, causing him to shudder. He skimmed his hand across Kurt's taut abdomen, then up to his chest. Blaine pulled his mouth away from Kurt's to lay wet kisses across Kurt's jaw and down his neck. He chose a spot where neck met shoulder and took the sensitive skin gently between his teeth. Kurt gasped and fisted his hands in Blaine's hair, causing Blaine to hiss. He had to hold back the urge to thrust his hips into Kurt's leg for some much needed friction; he didn't think Kurt was ready for that.
"Sorry, sorry," Kurt cried, pulling his hands away quickly.
"No, don't be sorry," Blaine growled in his ear, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine, "I liked it."
"Really?"
"Mhmm, do it again." Blaine felt that if he encouraged Kurt's actions he would be more likely to try different things; that, and the fact that he really did like it, a lot. Kurt did as he was told, reaching up and tangling his long fingers in Blaine's curls, tugging slightly harder than before. Blaine moaned, burying his face into Kurt's neck. He continued to lick and suck at the spot on Kurt's neck, then took a chance and slid his palm over one of Kurt's sensitive nipples, feeling it harden at his touch. With his eyes closed, Kurt gasped and arched his back, pressing his chest into Blaine's hand. Satisfied with the response, Blaine started another trail of wet kisses from Kurt's neck down his chest and to the opposite nipple. He licked the little bud of flesh and blew on it lightly and Kurt moaned, pulling on Blaine's hair again. Blaine growled and nipped the bundle of nerves.
"Blaine." The wanton way Kurt breathed his name pushed him over the edge and he couldn't resist rutting into Kurt's leg. Kurt's eyes flew wide open and he stared at Blaine, shocked.
"Sorry." He rolled off of Kurt and flopped down beside him, panting hard, shaking. Shit, slow down, Anderson. Keep it together, or he'll kick you out of bed.
"Blaine." It was no more than a whisper.
He looked over to see lust-filled blue eyes looking at him. "Don't be sorry," Kurt repeated Blaine's earlier words, "I liked it."
Blaine growled and rolled back over, placing his knee back between Kurt's legs; he could feel the boy's erection pressing against his leg and Kurt groaned, closing his eyes. "Kurt." Blaine waited until Kurt's eyes opened and met his. He needed to make sure Kurt understood what was about to happen. "If I start this, I won't be able to stop."
Kurt simply nodded eagerly, reaching up to lace his fingers around Blaine's neck to pull him down for a kiss. As their lips met, Blaine thrust his hips into Kurt's and swallowed his moans. Kurt started bucking his hips up against Blaine, and for a few moments their thrusts were awkward and clumsy until they finally fell into a rhythm. Their kiss was harsher, more urgent than any they had shared before. Kurt's hands slid up the back of Blaine's shirt and back down again, nails dragging across skin. Blaine cried out and threw his head back, thrusting into Kurt with more force.
"Sor—"
"Don't!" Blaine covers Kurt's mouth with his again to quell any further apologies. Their thrusting becomes harder and faster, falling out of rhythm into rough, desperate movements, until finally Kurt cried out, shuddering beneath Blaine. Watching Kurt come undone like that was the last straw for Blaine, and after one final thrust he is riding out his own orgasm. After a moment of boneless silence, Blaine rolled off of Kurt and pulled him close, nuzzling into the back of his neck.
"Blaine."
"Mhmm?"
"That was amazing."
"Mhmm." Blaine is about to doze off when Kurt speaks again.
"Blaine."
"Mhmm?"
"I have cum in my pants."
Blaine laughs into the back of Kurt's head, his breath causing Kurt's hair to fluff up. "Let's go get cleaned up."
Five minutes later they were cuddled up in bed again, with the taller boy little spoon to Blaine's big spoon. "Thank you, Blaine."
"No. Thank you."
"I don't feel much like a baby penguin anymore."
Blaine chuckled. "You were never a baby penguin to me."